"Kill him."
Another wave of silence swept across the square.
The words seemed to echo louder than they should have. The guard holding the rifle nodded and placed his finger on the trigger.
Red simply stared at him before shifting his gaze toward the captain. Blood stained the corner of his mouth.
"Hey," he called just as the captain turned his back on him. "Your men don't hit very hard, do they?"
The captain frowned and looked over his shoulder.
"What did you say?"
"Are you killing me because you're scared?" Red asked. "Scared you won't be able to control me?"
The captain's face darkened. "Hah…"
He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek before walking back toward Red and studying his battered face.
"You think you're quite the fighter, don't you?"
Red shrugged nonchalantly.
"This arrogance of yours isn't something I'm interested in entertaining," the captain said with a laugh. "If you think provoking me will make me change my mind, you're wrong."
